At that time, the stars and the night wind, a song of separation and sorrow drunk this life.
After drinking a thousand cups of wine and singing, the sword sounds and the snow falls, ready to draw the bow.
The storm stirs up chaos and flows away, and the journey of half a lifetime is lost in the sound of Sanskrit.
Where the world of mortals has fallen to the end of spring, listen to the whispers that penetrate the city.
——Sometimes I feel that it is your soul, chasing and retaining me, trying to keep me.
——We have no retreat. Advance is a matter of thousands of miles, retreat is ethics and morality. If life is like chess, this move can only lead to death without hesitation.
——When fate is gone, love ceases, things are replaced by love, the heart is clear, love and evil are separated... How could it be said so easily? After all, I... Fell into the world of mortals.